As he looked out he saw through the darkness Eugene and Ayre still sitting on the terrace.

Ayre was talking.
"Yes," he was saying, "we are taught to think ourselves of a mighty deal of importance.

How we fare and what we do is set before us as a thing about which angels rejoice or mourn.

The state of our little minds, or souls, or whatever it is, is a matter of deep care to the Creator--the Life of the universe.

How can it be?
How are we more than minutest points in that picture in his mind, which is the world?
I speak in human metaphor, as one must speak.